Overheard a few minutes ago-there was a woman ahead of me at the cash register , unloading her cart of dog toys.
Cashier: Shelly, my chocolate lab, loves these chew toys. What kind of dog do you have?
Customer: I don’t have a dog. These are for me.
The cashier looked at me. I looked at her. I didn’t know how to respond so I didn’t.
"Girl, what's wrong with you? You look like you stayed up all night to study for a hepatitis test and got a C."
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